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 6d r
Little by little
every shard of my work
will disappear from this world
and the time will erase
my existence
yet this year I celebrated my birthday
 Mar 10 r
Tie Me to You
 Mar 10 r
Will you be my marigold?
My beautiful bouquet.
Tied with the promises,
of tomorrow and yesterday.

Silken skin of milk and honey.
Eyes of fire, full of wonder.
Bathe me in your tenderness.
We will never be asunder.
 Mar 9 r
So Jo
too many black suitcases
in this world.

mine gapes,
guts spilling, insolent in an otherwise
check out ready room (bed abandoned,
two coffee mugs dripping

"so you'll just zip this life
closed..." it leers,
haemorrhaging treasures
gently offered, and *****
laundry, "...will you?"

this page, this pencil, will not
fit; must I leave you, too, behind?
 Mar 9 r
So Jo
 Mar 9 r
So Jo
something shattered
and something born.

something unfurling.
or something torn.

something crescendoed,
then something stilled.

something hollowed
and something filled.
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